Chapter 575

There are four assistants in the backyard of Chen Erzhuang. They usually help others to carry coffins. This kind of work naturally needs to be done by big and crude men. These four assistants are born with strong backs and dark muscles, and they look ordinary.

If there's something wrong with it, I'm afraid it's that all four of them are doing fine work at the moment. Each worker is carving camphor wood with a carving knife. He carves Cinnamomum camphora wood into a wooden man, and the technique is quite skillful.

In the yard, the sawdust on the ground, roll by roll, is floating gently.

It is very strange that these camphor trees have just been cut down, but after they get to their hands, the trees look like they have been dried for a long time. The bark is peeled off easily by the planer without any astringency.

Chen Er Zhuang went straight through the courtyard and locked himself in the house. He didn't know what he was doing. Other guys didn't ask him. Even when Chen Er Zhuang walked by, he didn't even look up and focused on his own business.

One of the guys has already carved a wooden man almost like this. This wooden man is an old woman, very old, with wrinkles on his face and old age spots on his face. The vicissitudes of life in the corner of his eyes are also perfectly outlined. It's hard to imagine that a big and thick man can carve this way.

His carving speed is not slow and urgent, just like everyone's daughter embroidery. The carving knife on his hand is very dexterous, and the sawdust falls down one after another, presenting the other parts of the old woman perfectly. It took about two hours for the old woman to take shape.

The man picked up the brush next to him. To his astonishment, the paint on his brush was red. When the brush with red pigment fell on the wooden man, it changed into other colors, such as skin color, age spot color, eyebrow color, lip color, and even scar color!

Turn all kinds of colors into a vivid image of an old woman!

But the only thing that makes people quite puzzled is that the old woman's eyes are still only wood color, not colored, like a few wooden people lying on the side of the coffin in the shop.

Then the man went to the shop ahead and took out a shroud for the old woman to put on. Then she moved the old woman into the room where Chen Er Zhuang had just entered. Then she continued to move a camphor tree, peeled and carved

Muyu used the invisible array to himself. He had been watching the four guys working far above the backyard of Chen Erzhuang, but his doubts were getting deeper and deeper.

He always felt that there seemed to be some very powerful guy in the yard of Chen Er Zhuang who was on guard against him. Just now that feeling was very strong, Muyu did not rashly approach him directly, but kept waiting for an opportunity.

All morning, however, the four guys were just carving there, with no extra expression on their faces.

In the afternoon, a woman with a sad face came to Chen Erzhuang. She was a villager from the next village. Her name was Xinghua. Her mother passed away last night, so she came to look for Chen Erzhuang to take care of her mother's funeral.

There are more than a dozen small villages, large and small, and seven or eight large villages. The total number of people is tens of thousands. The only one who deals in the business of dead people is Chen Erzhuang.

It's hard to say exactly about birth, aging, and illness. Sometimes Chen Er Zhuang doesn't get a business in a month, sometimes he has to rush several times a day. Life and the world are changeable, and Chen Er Zhuang knows better than anyone else.

Chen Erzhuang helplessly helped apricot flower to choose funeral utensils, from incense candles to coffins to paper money for burial, as well as the dead buried with them. There are many funeral customs in rural areas, such as when to light candles, to light a few sticks of incense, when to call the soul, and when to pursue the soul, Chen Er Zhuang knows all about it.

One of the advantages of a white-collar business is that the family members of the deceased will not bargain with you for the price of coffins, coffins and other things, as much as it should be.

According to the date of birth, the funeral is scheduled for the next day.

Muyu has been paying attention to Chen Erzhuang's movements, and he has also seen those strange and lifelike wooden people. These wood figures carved out of camphor wood are still plants, which can be controlled by wood feathers.

As long as Mu Yu is willing, he can even make these wooden people move their muscles and bones, stand up and walk twice. Xiao Shuai is more playful. He always encourages Muyu to let him dance. However, considering the man in the dark, Muyu naturally refused.

The red pigment for the woodman gives off a rotten and moldy smell. I don't know what it is made of. It has a strong flavor.

This kind of pigment can automatically change into the color of human body after encountering wooden man. Such a strange scene is absolutely impossible for mortals.

Muyu went back to ask old Xu tou just now. In the past, the villagers only knew that Chen Erzhuang was a good hand at making paper man. They didn't know that he could carve wooden figures, let alone his four big and rough fellows.

Four of his assistants were from the nearby village. They were all men who did rough work. I didn't hear that they would carve this kind of fine work.

It seems as if Chen Erzhuang and his four assistants suddenly became master sculptors in a short period of time, and Lao Xu tou also told Mu Yu with great certainty that he had never heard of a wooden man in his funeral before.Muyu is more and more curious about Chen Erzhuang's abnormal behavior. However, Chen Erzhuang has been staying in his room. Only the assistant, after carving a wooden man, is sent to Chen Erzhuang's room. The door of Chen Erzhuang's room is closed for the rest of the time.

After monitoring for a whole day, Muyu still got nothing. In the early morning of the next day, Chen Erzhuang and his four assistants had already carried an empty coffin to the apricot flower's house. The sacrificial candles were placed in the empty coffin.

After they left, the dangerous smell in the courtyard of Chen Er Zhuang gradually disappeared, which made Mu yu feel very strange, as if this strange smell was following Chen Er Zhuang and left. But Muyu contacted Chen Erzhuang that day, and did not find anything strange from him.

Muyu sneaks into the backyard, where there are still wooden people who have not been carved yet. In the corner of the yard were the trunks of those camphor trees, beside which there was a big dye vat, all of which were painted with red paint, and a pungent smell of decay came.

"What are these made of? Who threw up the dinner all night The little Marshal pinched his nose and asked in disgust.

Muyu couldn't stand the strange smell. He took a long spoon beside him and took it to his eyes. This kind of appearance is very strange, if there is an outsider, you will feel Muyu's action as if you want to taste this disgusting thing.

"Little mouse, why don't you try it? You'll eat everything anyway." Long Teng suggested.

"Big earthworm, you have a strong taste. Please try it." When you open your mouth, you don't have a voice.

The wooden feather shakes for a while, wrapping the red pigment with spiritual power. In the past, many of Jundan's ability to learn from the book of medicine was very good.

The fluctuation of each kind of substance on psychic power is different. According to this difference, we can distinguish the category and dosage of each herb.

However, when Mu Yu wrapped Lingli in the red pigment, he was surprised to find that the red pigment was not composed of anything complicated, only an unknown one. This kind of thing has never been encountered by Mu Yu before, and its spiritual power fluctuation is very strange to Mu Yu.

"Strange, what the hell is this?"

Muyu is familiar with the fluctuation of spiritual power produced by the blood of various monsters, heart powder, plant rhizome and pollen, but can not judge what this disgusting thing is made of.

"Whatever it is, can we not bring the spoon so close?" Xiao Shuai has been drilling into Mu Yu's clothes, trying to stay away from this disgusting thing.

The smell filled the whole yard, but the four guys didn't even frown when carving, so they had great determination.

Muyu put the spoon back, walked through the yard full of sawdust and went to Chen Erzhuang's room.

During the day, Chen Erzhuang stayed here all the time. After carving the statues, the clerks also moved them to this room. Judging from the number of sawdust and camphor trees in the yard, they carved at least a dozen wooden people.

"It's not too crowded to put a dozen wooden people in this room." Muyu opened the door and walked into the room. Seeing the scene of the room, he was stunned slightly!

There is only one bed in the room, and nothing else!

"Eh?" Shuai also put out his head, it sniffed, wagging his tail, and said, "wooden feather, I seem to smell the smell of the valley of mass burial."

Muyu also found something strange. This room seems to be filled with the special Yin Qi of luanju Valley, but it seems that there is no such Qi. It is hard to tell where the source is. The strangest thing is that this Yin Qi seems to disturb his perception. He can't perceive the whereabouts of the wooden man through his ability to control the wood.

So where are the wooden people?

He remembers four guys who had carved wooden figures and painted them before moving them into the room. However, the whole room was empty, without any wooden people. Besides a bed and quilt, there was no basic furniture.

Muyu looked around, but still found no sign of a wooden man. He looked at the bed that could accommodate two people. The bed was also made of camphor wood. The edge of the bed was very low, and the sheet hung down to the ground, covering the condition of the bed.

Maybe it was because of the door opening, and a wind was blowing the sheets. It looked like someone was stirring the sheets under the bed.

"No, those wooden people are hiding under the bed, are they?" Xiao Shuai muttered.

Muyu is not sure, but it's hard to say that there are more than a dozen wooden people under the bed. If there are more than two or three wooden people, they can't be filled. After all, those wooden people are almost the same size as real people.

He slowly walked into the bed, squatted down, slowly lifted the sheets, and looked at the bottom of the bed

there was only a toolbox without a cover under the bed, and two pairs of cloth shoes, nothing else.

The wooden man was not under the bed, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

Muyu pulls out the tool box. There are only ordinary planers and cutters in the toolbox. It looks brand new and looks like a new one."Muyu, don't you feel the existence of array pattern?" Long Teng asked.

Mu Yu shakes his head. If there is an array here, it is impossible to hide him from the master of the array Rune gate.

That mysterious guy set up a heart lost array for all the villagers. This lost heart array is not worth mentioning in front of Mu Yu. Mu Yu can also determine that the opponent's array skill is not high, which is just better than the Zhongtian disciple of the array clan.

Chen Erzhuang is a mortal. Where did he move those wooden people?

"Are there any secret devices? The wooden men may have gone somewhere else. " Said Xiao Shuai.

Muyu looks around, this kind of house is independent, there is no hidden grid, even if there is, it is impossible to hide so many wooden people underground. He distributed his spiritual power to the ground and found that the ground was just hard land.

"Creak"

a gust of wind blew from the outside of the house, but suddenly there was a creepy creaking sound inside the house. Moreover, the sound was from

Muyu suddenly raised his head to look at the ceiling. It doesn't matter, Rao is also shocked by his superb cultivation!

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